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SPT-ST Prolog: The Galactic Doughnut - All senior staff summoned

Posted Jan. 13, 2021, 1:17 p.m. by Lieutenant Fey Kastil (Medical Officer) (Brian Armstrong)

Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in SPT-ST Prolog: The Galactic Doughnut - All senior staff summoned

Posted by Ensign Daizi Orin (Scientist) in SPT-ST Prolog: The Galactic Doughnut - All senior staff summoned

Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in SPT-ST Prolog: The Galactic Doughnut - All senior staff summoned
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=^= All senior staff, please report to the CIC. Immediately. =^=

Then with a sigh, he turned to the helm and added, “I am transmitting to you our new co-ordinates. Plot a course and head out. Slowly.”

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

Casela was on her way to the CIC for her daily hours of ‘bridge’ duty anyway. She stepped off the turbolift just moments later and walked over to take her seat. She nodded at the captain. “New orders, Sir?”
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

Surda stepped in shortly after Casela and absently replaced the current security officer.
-Surda, CoS

“Aye,” Cobb nodded to the Counselor. “Something like that. A seasonal gift from ARU command to us, eh?” he rolled his eyes.

Then, spotting the CoS taking up her position, the captain called out, “Lt Surda. How are our houseguests all doing today? No issues in Containment?”

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

Surda smiled. “Everything’s been quiet today.”
-Surda, CoS

A little behind the arrival of the others, Raauhl entered the room and smiled a greeting to the people who were already gathered. “So, what good news is it today?” The crew operated mostly under thier own departments with the head reporting to the command team every so often but with an unscheduled meeting being called usually meant one thing, trouble.

  • LtCmdr Raauhl

OOC: Okay, I’m going to go ahead with the briefing, but if anyone still wants to join then either insert your arrival above or just pretend that your char has been here all the time.

IC: “Commander, you have no idea.” Zachariah muttered to his First Officer, before getting to his feet to better address the room.

“Crew,” he began, “Firstly, let me apologise for interrupting any holiday activities you might have been enjoying. But the ARU, it seems, considers Christmas to be a load of humbug. So,” he began to punch commands into the nearest terminal, “we are being deployed on a new mission. I…am not entirely sure I can do this justice with words so…I think it better if you all just listen to this.”

An unfamiliar voice began to fill the CIC (OOC: as written by Brian):

=^= Captain’s Log, Stardate 2396120.1, we were celebrating as per recommendation by our Counselor to help the younger ensigns feel more at home when a sensor warning went off revealing an unusual gravimetric distortion pattern within a cubic section. After a mere three seconds, that section was suddenly replaced with strange trees that came from a planet with an ammonia-based atmosphere. Our science team managed to collect a sample and load it into our computer when a section of the warp core was suddenly replaced with a massive section of alien flesh and about ninety gallons of water. Within six hours, more than fifteen sections of the ship had been replaced with seemingly random sections of random environments or creatures. We lost a few security officers to the arrival of giant spiders, in all honesty, I’d rather deal with the Borg at this point. At least they make sense. Once environmental controls were replaced with ferrite, I ordered the crew to abandon ship, the pods were aimed toward a nearby M-Class, this log will have the coordinates logged in. Please send help with caution. =^=

Cobb shut off the playback and the room fell into silence. He allowed it to continue for several moments while his crew absorbed the information then, regarding each in turn, he shrugged and asked, “What the bloody hell do you all make of that then, eh?”

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

Casela wasn’t sure what to make of it or how to contain something like that. Not without more information. Gravimetric readings and then different environments popping up everywhere. There could be a lot of causes for those gravimetric readings. “Escape pods? Do we have the coordinates? We could send a couple shuttles there separately to check for survivors and provide medical and survival aid. That might be smarter than going to the ship first. If the anomaly decides to infect Levi and her shuttles too, we might not be able to make it to the surviving crew before it’s too late.”
Lt Synthi-er, CNS

The captain nodded. “Aye, makes sense to at least send in some probes before we dive in there ourselves. Good call, Counselor.”

Moving over to the science station, Cobb placed a hand on the officer’s shoulder. “Send out a shielded class five probe to the Holland’s last known co-ordinates. Let’s see if we can get a measure of what we might be about to walk into.”

Daizi jumped slightly as a hand came down on her shoulder unexpectedly. She glanced up from the hugely immersive data stream on a recently discovered strain of semi-sentient interspatial parasites that had been monopolising her attention, to see the face of her Captain gazing down at her, clearly expecting some sort of action or response.

She hastily, and with a not minor sense of panic, replayed in her mind the background noise of the bridge that she had been trying to filter out in order to concentrate on the interspatial parasites.

“Interesting,” Cobb murmured as Daizi hurried to close the data stream on the parasites. “You’ll have to fill me in on that bit of research another time, Ensign Orin.”

“Errr Aye Captain, Probe launched” she managed, having punched in the coordinates and mission parameters in record time, anxiety at being directly addressed lending speed to her fingers as they danced over the controls. She had been hoping to quietly get through her bridge duty detail with no major incidents or drawing any sort of attention to herself, but clearly, this wasn’t going to be her day.

Ensign Daizi Orin - Junior Science Officer

The young woman’s nerves were palpable and Zachariah silently rebuked himself for making her uncomfortable. But all the same, it was a rite of passage for an ensign to be intimidated by their captain. But he was willing to let her off the hook, for the moment at least.
“Good work, Ensign,” he commented, beginning to make a retreat, “let me know as soon as we get some results.”

Then to the helm, he added, “Continue a cautious approach with the Leviathan. Let’s get a shuttle on standby, just in case. Rig up Alfred to pilot it.”

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

“We should probably have medical and engineering on standby too, incase they need any assistance. We should hope to expect to find the ship in moderate damage and hopefully, only a small team can help. I’d also recommend running the shifts on reduced manning, try and give people as much time off until we get there to continue thier deserved rest bite.” He offered, and proud how quickly people were jumping in to help and not moan, hed been on ships where the staff would cry bloody amry at having their personal time taken from them, but not the Leviathan, they got things done.

  • Lt Cmdr Raauhl, XO

((OOC: Will post probe results as soon as work slows down enough for me to be creative. Thursday at the latest.))

OOC: No worries, we’re still on relaxed posting until the 4th January so there is no rush at all.

IC: “Aye,” Cobb nodded at Raauhl. “I agree. No sense in disrupting everyone’s holiday until we have to. Pull together a minimum personnel roster please, Commander. And for any who do have to get brought in at this stage, make a note that I authorise a double shift rest day once the situation is resolved.”

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

Having already been in the CIC, manning his station, Icarus silently listened to the Holland’s CO and made specific note of the anomalies that appeared throughout the ship. When the communique ended, he began to input the data he gathered into the computer in hopes that the information would correlate into a specific nearby location (planet/solar system) that the environments and creatures were coming from . . . .

Remington (CIO)

OOC: Just bumping this back onto the front page…

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

The sensor was the first to arrive and detect the state of the Holland and it was a mess. Less than forty percent of the ship remained and the missing spaces were easy to identify with the unusual readings being picked up. Much of the area is littered with alien masses, creatures, technology, dissipating atmosphere, and other such anomalies that would be found mostly on worlds from the furthest outer reaches of the galaxy. There doesn’t appear to be any consistency of where the origin of these things come from as one set of atmosphere matches the ammonia base that was mentioned in the report that was received, however, there was another section where the atmosphere was nitrogen-based, and another that was helium-based.

The probe started to detect the gravimetric energy that reads similar to a wormhole and began moving toward it, only to lose it three seconds later and find a frozen gerbil statue in a cage on a desk and a few other randomly strewn about items to show this was clearly from a child’s room. Thankfully there was no child present and the probe moved on.

When the Leviathan came into range of the fifth planet of the system, the communications officer was able to detect and pick up the emergency broadcast bouy from the life pods on the planet’s surface. There is some minor interference in the atmosphere that seems to be making the signal extremely weak and inconsistent, scattering the beams to make transportation extremely risky. At this time, the probe detected a ring-shaped object comprised of protein (approximately 10%–12%) and starch (approximately 70–75%), and the minor components are polysaccharides (approximately 2-3%) and lipids (approximately 2%). There is a brief moment where the sensor probe picks up the gravimetric energies and captures an image, then falls silent as the computer loses contact with the probe.

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